Stop preying upon me you carnivorous thing.
Stop chewing upon my soul.
There is barely enough left of me to keep you going.
I
cannot feed your lust anymore.
My unholy remains are not worth the trouble of the hunt.
Your predator instinct cannot be satisfied anymore.
I
am too tired to hide,
too tired to run,
too tired to ignore
my deathwish,
any longer.
I
give myself up to you totally,
because there is nothing left of
me to diminish your hunger.
I
put myself under your mercy completely,
and I beg
you to let me go,
there
is nothing more that I can give,
and would appreciate the chance to patch up
the
remains of my mind,
the remains of my soul.
May 3, 1997